Underground Novels & Stories

Kayden asks. “ We are here. It doesn't make sense, there isn't any guards here. It's because the have built everything underground.” I ask more to myself than Kayden. “I don't understand you Babe.” I raise a brow and give him a sly smile before rolling my eyes. “ I mean the connection is heading underground. But there is now way though here to show that it look plain and no guards at all.” I explain a bit more making him and everyone else understand what I am trying to convey.

In the house of Cameron and Ace, Susan kept looking for the combination to open the safe. It had been hours and Cameron nor Ace had arrived. Maybe, they were just having fun in the night of his proposal. Thousands of little papers with numbers written were covering the floor. Susan had noted the different combinations she’d been tried until that moment. When a special date came to her mind together with the memory. “The password is 12042004.” Ace informed Susan once she asked him the password to log in his work email.

Underground Compound! “That has to be it!” Colton announced, his voice filled with hope. Charlie squeezed in between Colton and I, peering at the spot he pointed to. “Underground compound.” She read the words aloud. “I heard my brother talk about that place before. He said it was like a whole mansion underground, like some marvel in modern engineering. But no one would ever know it was there because an old abandoned shack sat over the entrance.” “Charlie, you’re amazing!” Cary volunteered, leaning over to peck her cheek.

“You must have questions, Carl.” “Yes, but things are so confusing now that I don't even know what to begin asking first to really sort it all out.” “Then let’s start with the immediate and the simple and work from there,” X said undaunted. “All right. That sounds like a good start,” I acknowledged. “The staff here call this place Underdenver and you said it’s under the Denver Airport. It’s a hub city in a nationwide underground network. How am I doing with the immediate and the simple, so far?”

Beyond them stretched an enormous underground city. Emma stared in disbelief. Rows of modern buildings stood beneath the earth. Vehicles. Generators. Warehouses. Computer servers. It was impossible. Liam whispered, "This isn't a bunker." "It's a city." Edward spread his arms proudly. "Welcome..." "...to New Foundation." Thousands of lights illuminated the underground complex. People walked through the streets. Scientists. Engineers. Armed guards. Families. Children. Emma felt her heart sink. "Children?" Edward nodded. "They know nothing about the world above."

It was a terrifying, absolute myth. "He is a dead man walking," Lucian growled, his pitch black eyes snapping toward the shattered stained glass window. "The Blacksite is an underground fortress buried beneath a mile of permafrost. It was built during the Cold War to survive a nuclear holocaust. There is no extraction from that ice."

Maybe it just changed it. We followed the sound to the edge of an underground tunnel, half-buried under rubble. The air coming from below was colder, thicker, carrying that faint blue smell—metal and static. I crouched down and listened. There it was again. thump… thump… thump… Alexander tightened his grip on the flashlight. “If we go down, we might not come back.” I gave a tired smile. “You said that last time.” He nodded. “And I meant it every time.”

“What legacy? I mean, we don’t have anything honorable. We have a bunch of strip clubs and night clubs that we run drugs through. The real estate company that we use to buy up everything is a front for that. Galileo didn’t want to be part of that because he knew that he couldn’t make a name for himself in our father’s shadow and that no one would take him seriously as the youngest. None of this was noble, Laura. But we’re not noble fucking people. Are you late to that party?” Laura sighed. “No…I’m not. I guess I’m just hoping that this ends in someway other than bloodshed. I was never part of the whole underworld thing the way that you and Galileo were, other than I knew I was eventually goi

he growled, ripping it off from his ear. The signal had cut the moment she descended. “Communication might not work underground,” Asher said flatly, breath tight, “That elevator, it didn’t go up. It went down.” Finn frowned, “That meant…” All of us stared at each other for a long moment. “Underground…” I realized as I glanced down at my feet feeling something for the slightest moment. This wasn’t just a brothel. It was more like a fortress. A fortress of flesh, secrets, and goddamn horror buried beneath our feet.

The moment we stepped through, the stone crawled back up the earthen walls, resealing the doorway. Azrael had been right when he said the underground was a mix between a brothel and a mortal nightclub. Orbs of light, flashing in an array of colors, bounced above the heads of the crowd. The music, almost gothic in nature, was crafted by a mix of instruments and magic. The Underground was comprised of two floors. On the lower half sat a large bar and a dance floor. Forming along the walls were padded booths with circular tables, and entire day beds topped with silk blankets and pillows.